Oatmeal Pie, I’ve had my eye,
on you now for so long.
I let you be, up on the fridge,
a symbol for what’s wrong.
I pass you by, day after day,
“I’m always here,” you seem to say.
I bite my lip and turn away.
I’ll save you for another day.
Your hearty shell, your sweet insides.
Are pulling on my will and mind, Crème Pie.
Oatmeal Cream, you haunt my dreams,
My mouth, it waters, my taste, it screams.
I want to bite right into you.
I want to wake the dream of you.
I can’t get through, your wrapping’s tight.
But I want to savor every bite.
Cookie pie, I just might die to taste you on my tongue.
To chew you up and spit you out, you know I’m not that one.
I want you to stay inside me, treat.
And dwell within, residing sweet.
I want the guilt, the cavity too.
I want the mix, the me and you.
Crème Pie, Crème Pie, how I have tried.
Crème Pie, Crème Pie, how I have cried.
You do a number on my will.
If I don’t eat you now, someday I will.
Crème Pie, Crème Pie, how I yearn.
Crème Pie, Crème Pie, how I burn.
You make it so damn hard to pass,
Despite the weight you give my ass.
Oatmeal, Oatmeal, Cream, and Pie,
Tell me, tell me, tell me why.
Your sweetness is for to just die,
My heart, my dream, my cookie pie.
I’m guilty of the passion of crime,
I guess I’ll open that box this time.
I’ll fight the fight, but we soon shall see,
What’s in my belly is a piece of me.
Your hearty shell, your sweet insides.
Are pulling on my will and mind, Crème Pie.
2/22/2012
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